Being married is an adventure. It is one big, crazy aspect of the life-adventure. And it's wonderful. (Didn't the movie UP teach us this?)
My favorite part of being married is taking adventures together. I love date-adventures, late night boredom-adventures, stepping-out-into-the-wild-unknown-adventures, and exploratory-adventures. My husband is my best friend in the world. He is my partner in crime, my companion in silliness, and my adventure buddy. I hope we get to spend the rest of our days laughing and discovering together.
In these next few years, as we continue in our seminary-adventure, we've got a list of trip-adventures we'd love to make happen. We have no idea whether they will or not, because we have no idea what our master adventure planner has in store for us, but this week we're hoping to scratch one off the list.
We're heading out on a camping trip up the coast of California for Adrian's spring break, and though there are parts of me that are worried and somewhat terrified, Adrian's enthusiasm never fails to make me excited. So, whether or not the weather cooperates, we have all the food we need, and we have any idea what we're doing or where we're going, we're in it together. We're going to drive the coast and see what's waiting for us. Adventure is out there, folks. Here's to not being afraid of enjoying it!
